Imagine if I showed you one day I was leaving the hood

Would you call me a sellout? Would you say it's all good?

Would you follow if you could?

Or would you just tell me get the hell out?

And imagine if I showed you that I found another way

Of getting dough without doing dirt - let's blurt

Would you love me for giving me some hope

Or resent me cos your pride got hurt?

Imagine if we never grew up on a council estate

And was country manor raised with a spoon in our mouth

Would we still be making fuss about the East and the South

Would we shiver at the robberies, murder and the crack

And thank god that we didn't have to live like that

Just the image on the TV as we're comfortably sat

Sipping wine, room lit by the summer sunshine

Not a worry in the world as we casually chat

Oblivious to how we would be living on the flipside

No experience, not a clue about a rough ride

No harassment, no boy dem on our backside

That would be *amazing*, still

I know you wonder would make you any less real?

What's the current spot you're standing in, offering?

If you had a better offer would you go for the kill?

Snap out of your daydream, how do you feel?

Does it all seem worthwhile for ya?

Try and put it in perspective

Retrospective of your profile and your honour

Do you wanna hang about, or are you a goner?

Come along, think fast, it's decision time

You've been living in the grime, don't you wanna climb?

The ladder of life, the wall of enlightenment

Or are you looking for the hype and excitement?

Cos with so much drama in the LDN

It's kind of hard trying to find legal money to spend

Generation genocide looks possible

The rate at which we draw for the skeng and pretend

That we don't know who the real enemy is

Who should be held responsible, instead we defend

A couple square meters of pavement, in the end

What would be achieved my friends?